Taming Elijah (The Kincaids Book 1) by Stacy Reid

Author:Stacy Reid [Reid, Stacy]
Language: eng
Format: epub
Published: 2017-05-21T16:00:00+00:00

Chapter Ten

Another vase with rose was resting on the small table by Elijah’s bedside. His damn room was starting to smell and look like a garden. Since their night of poker, though he had won four rounds out of the six they had played, he had been at Sheridan’s table for dinner the last few nights. Though he was careful not to repeat the intimate seclusion they had shared in the parlor, last night, he had almost caved and went to her room, simply because he had stayed in the shadows of the front porch and watched her waltzing by herself under the stars. With a grunt, he strolled toward the library. A sharp piercing cry rent the air, he faltered and swung his head in the direction of the living area. He went inside and walked over to the cot where a baby lay, fists and hands pumping in the air and wailing from a too healthy pair of lungs.

His gut clenched. He had avoided the baby with a ruthless will, not truly acknowledging the dread of seeing a child that would remind him of his son in so tangible a form. The wail got louder, and after taking a deep bracing breath, Elijah shifted the baby’s blanket, reached to pick him up and froze.

Ah Christ.

He was looking at a Kincaid. Deep inside he hadn’t really believed it. He lifted the baby to his face, eyes the replica of his stared at him curiously. His heart itched. The crying stopped and gentle hiccups slipped from his lips. He forced himself to be detached, twisting the child, looking at the back of his knee, and then elbows. He observed the crescent shaped birthmark on the back of his left elbow and studied the rest of his features. Dark blonde hair and forest green eyes, slightly cleft chin. Hell.

The room faded away, and strings of joyous gurgling filtered on the air as images of his son filled his memories. They were good memories, and he was grateful they were not the echoes of his nightmares. The door was wrenched opened bringing everything back into focus and Beth bustled. “Oh.” She drew up sharply when she spied him.

Expressions chased across her face too swiftly for him to place them. She squared her shoulders and hurried over giving him a wobbly smile. “I am sorry if he disturbed you, Elijah. I was warming his bottle.”

He carefully handed her the baby and watched as she bustled with him towards the sofa. “I wasn’t disturbed. He is a beautiful baby.”

She looked at him with suspicious eyes.

He worked to disguise the shock from his voice. “He’s your son?”

“Yes.” She gave him a tentative smile.

He noted the guardedness. There was no way to hide that Grayson belonged to his brother. Dark hair and green eyes. He even had the crescent birthmark in the same spot as Joshua. He could easily see how Sheridan had concluded he was a Kincaid. The boy possessed nothing of Beth. Elijah prayed he was mistaken.

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